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By M Davies   /     Jun 27, 2018  /     Annoyances, Misc/Crap, Pittsburgh  /     0 Comment

I have a real problem with the Kraft Heinz Company.

Why is it that I’m not able to buy glass bottles of Heinz Ketchup anywhere in Northeast PA. I am able to buy the glass bottles in Pittsburgh, but not in my hometown of Sweet Valley (or anywhere in NEPA for that matter).

After calling my Heinz/Kraft Ketchup contacts, including the 800 # on the back of the bottle – here’s what I learned — It is considered a “food service item.” This means that the bottles are only available for restaurants and commercial businesses to purchase.

Um, NOT.

If I can buy it in the glass bottle in any local “Jaunt Iggles” (that’s Pittsburghese for Giant Eagle – a popular chain of supermarkets in Pittsburgh/SWPA), I should be able to buy it ANYWHERE including Northeast PA.

So what the dill(pickle)? As far as I’m concerned, there is a very different set of tastes associated with glass and plastic bottles which I can prove in this blind taste test which my kid allowed me to film. Here’s the non-scientific taste test setup:

As you can see the results were fairly obvious.

Well, not really, because my lovely son flubbed the results. Even though he didn’t see me setup the test, he knew by the ketchup textures which one was which, FURTHER PROVING MY POINT. I double checked the ingredient list on both bottles and they are the same, however the glass bottle ketchup is more smooth and somewhat thinner. The plastic bottle ketchup is thicker. To me, the glass bottled ketchup tastes more tangy as well. This is the same results whether the ketchup has been room temperature or in the refrigerator.

However, just humor me and watch this stupid video anyway because, I said so…

 

There also seems to be a divine hatred toward non-Heinz Ketchup in Pittsburgh. If you like Ketchup that’s not Heinz then you’re an outcast of society. Hunts? I think not.

 

The history of Heinz ketchup is as follows:

The company was founded some 125 years ago by Henry John Heinz, the son of a German immigrant. It has been selling ketchup since 1876. Legend has it that Henry John Heinz invented ketchup by adapting a Chinese recipe for so-called Cat Sup, a thick sauce made from tomatoes, special seasoning and starch.

Food engineer Werner Stoll of the Heinz company is positive: “H.J. Heinz invented ketchup. That’s for sure. The concept of ketchup began here in Pittsburgh. It didn’t exist before that.”

The extraordinary story of Heinz ketchup began with 25-year old H.J. Heinz experimenting in the kitchen of his German mother. He decided to market his mother’s grated horseradish and bottled this product in clear glass jars to show its purity. Heinz’ horseradish soon became a success.

Source: http://www.dw.com/en/pittsburgh-pa-where-henry-john-heinz-invented-ketchup/a-276279

Fast forward to 2015…The Kraft Heinz Company was formed by the merger of Kraft Foods Group and Heinz. The merger was backed by 3G Capital and Berkshire Hathaway, which invested US$10 billion in the deal, making Kraft Heinz worth about US$46 billion. In 2015, the Kraft Heinz Company had 13 different brands with $500 million or more each in annual sales.

In addition to the rich history of Pittsburgh’s most favorite condiment, the Heinz History Center is home to several interesting exhibits one of which includes the ENTIRE ORIGINAL MISTER ROGERS’ NEIGHBORHOOD SET. If you’ve been paying attention, this was previously on my Pittsburgh bucket list.

A few weeks ago, me and a friend from Nebraska got into a verbal altercation about whether or not Heinz 57 sauce was the same as being ketchup. I was convinced it was, he was not. It wasn’t until I went to the supermarket and bought a bottle of the Heinz 57 sauce and tasted it until I knew that was not the case. Here’s a picture of the bottles for your reference.

57 Sauce (glass bottle), glass Heinz Ketchup bottle, shitty tasting plastic Heinz Ketchup bottle respectively

To note: YOU CAN BUY THE 57 SAUCE IN A GLASS BOTTLE. SO WHY CANNOT I NOT ALSO GET THE KETCHUP IN A GLASS BOTTLE. I guess a logical argument could be that it costs too much money and the road infrastructure from Pburgh to NEPA is too poor and the bottles would smash. HOWEVER, WHY IS 57 SAUCE ALSO NOT IN A PLASTIC BOTTLE. WHY CAN THE RESTAURANTS HAVE THE GLASS BOTTLES, BUT NOT US. Sorry….it gets me a little fired up.

I’m not saying it’s the only Ketchup, but it kind of is. There is a local startup (I think) in Pittston, home of the annual tomato festival, that makes their own brand of tomato ketchup. I haven’t tried it, but I hear it isn’t half bad. Here’s their website should you be interested in picking up a bottle locally.

 

I’m just really bothered that restaurants can have the Ketchup, and us commoners cannot. I don’t want to drive halfway across the state to get my glass bottles of ketchup. So I guess for someone who isn’t a connoisseur of ketchup usually, I am pretty well versed in the art of making a well informed decision about my ketchup.

As Bruno Mars would say, CATCH UP. Oops…I meant to say “Keep up!” Lol, whatever.

 

YES I AM AWARE I WROTE AN ENTIRE BLOG POST ABOUT KETCHUP. Shut up. Leave me alone.

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240 Involuntary Hours in the Psych Ward – a journal (part 3)

By M Davies   /     Jun 26, 2018  /     30 Day @Neilbytes Blogging Challenge, 30 days of truth, Annoyances, Blogging, Community Service, Family, Into the Void, Medical Issues, Misc/Crap, Mommyhood, NEPA, Quotes, Rejection, The WTF File, TV Rants, Uncategorized, Wacky PA Weather  /     0 Comment

This is a continuation of the journal that I kept while I was involuntarily held in a mental hospital on a 302 and later a 303. If you’d like to read the first part of the journey to get the hell out of the hospital, check out part 1, located here and part 2 located here. This is the third and final part in the series.

Sun. 6/17/18 8pm

Dee came to visit me today. That visiting hour passed rather quickly. I was rather relieved that my Mother didn’t come to see me. She sometimes gets on my last nerve even though I know she means well. Harold was attending a book reading and my Mom/Dad/Russell all went for pizza for Father’s Day.

Some good news though, I am leaving tomorrow. Hopefully by 1pm, I’ll be out of here. I can’t wait to shower and get a pedicure and shave. REDACTED NAME leaves Tuesday! Yay! Good for him! Maybe our paths will cross sooner rather than later *wink wink nudge nudge*. From my ride home, I will pick up my car and clothes and laptop from Swa Va. I have my Fiat ready to go to my Mom’s then Tuesday I meet with my lawyer to start divorce proceedings. Then I sail back to Sax for a few days to collect some belongings and pay my $10 library fine.

Oopsie woopsie!

My goal is to finish this book before I leave tomorrow – 20 pages left. What a goal! Let’s hope it comes true!

TTYL,

Michelle “HD”

__________________

Blank Space – Write your Name

T. Swift

Some quotes and shit:

  • “You are wonderful”
  • “Anything is possible”
  • “Don’t forget that you’re human. It’s ok to have a meltdown. Just don’t unpack and live there. Cry it out and then refocus on where you’re headed.”
  • *Did you know — in the average lifetime, a person will walk the equivalent of 5 times around the equator
  • *Did you know — in an average lifetime, you will swallow 5 spiders, but why stop there, TREAT YOURSELF
  • Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time — Thomas Alva Edison
  • When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.  — Henry Ford
  • You are enough…you are stronger than you think you are — Me
  • “Whiners go home early” – Tim Dahlberg (it was a headline in the TL that made me laugh out loud)

Messages on Graduation Caps & Gowns in the Newspaper:

  • Do beautiful things with your beautiful life
  • The best is yet to come
  • Bloom where you are planted
  • Expect something incredible
  • Already forgot everything
  • Freedom

Mon. 6/18 5am

Weather: Partly Sunny, Hot/Humid, Passing showers later

Hi: 86-93

Low: 64

TODAY IS THE DAY!

I’m coming home! Lots of stuff to do to get myself back on the grid, but I am not worried at all. I feel energized!

REDACTED NAME seems happy that I get to leave today for some reason…

I wonder why…

Such a sweet boy, love him to death.

Reminds me of that song by Iggy Azalea – Black Widow. That’s probably a poor comparison. But it’s like every song I hear suddenly triggers my memory of something that we’ve talked about or have done in our personal lives. Is that weird? Probably, but no one said I was normal ever. I heard Journey playing in the halls yesterday as we did laps and that song also reminds me of him. He keeps saying he never wants his heart broken again – I won’t – because mutually, I don’t want my heart broken either.

There needs to be trust and open communication by both parties for this to work. I think that’s why both of our marriages are or have failed in the first place. I’m willing to give love another shot. It terrifies me, but in a good way? Which probably makes no sense.

I usually trust no one at first. They have to earn my respect and trust.

My friend Steve told me that’s no way to live life. Trust everyone until they give you a reason NOT to trust them. That’s easier said than done when you’ve been fucked over as many times as I have. All I can do is try.

11 pages to go. We’re in the home stretch. More later…

XOXOXO

-Michelle

Mon. 6/17/18 6am

I though more about past relationships and other than CJ and George (RIP), I’ve been fucked over in every relationship that I’ve ever been in. I have no reason to be nasty to anyone else. I have enough hurt for 2 people.

Note: My pencil is sharpened now, LOL. Still no pen.

Anyway, I was catfished, cheated on, abused, dumped the day after my Grandmother died, and head games galore. Lots of painful memories that I don’t wish to recreate EVER. I don’t want to do it and I don’t want it done to me. Period.

I am ready to go (in the words of Republica)

-Michelle

*(drawing of the 16 logo and lyrics to the open)*

*1234 Feist Lyrics Collage*

Mon. 6/18/18 11:45am

AM

OUT

!!!!

Things I missed and am grateful for:

  • My family
  • My phone
  • My concealer
  • Ulta
  • Netflix/Hulu/Streaming
  • My Friends
  • My Car
  • Freedom
  • Happiness
  • Joy
  • Love
  • Freshly Cut Grass
  • Perfume
  • My Flat Iron
  • Real Food
  • Beer
  • Shaving My Legs/Arm Pits
  • Pedicures
  • Manicures
  • Sunrises & Sunsets
  • My MUSIC
  • Sushi

Reflections:

My husband put me here because afraid of me, but then told my doctor that he wasn’t afraid of me. I lost ten precious days with my children because of this. I, however, met an amazing guy who helped me cope with “the looney bin.” That says a mouthful, doesn’t it?

Pretty soon, I will have my life back in order and I cannot wait.

This experience has been an important one. I feel strong when I was weak. I feel weak where I was strong. Call it yin and yang.

I am finally at peace and I have joy in my heart. I WILL be okay. I cannot wait to go back on the grid.

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

This is my ending, however god (or whatever supreme being you believe in) doesn’t close a door without opening a window.

The window is open and I can feel the breeze, smell the freshly cut grass and feel the warmth. The future is promising. I can’t wait!

Four ending thoughts:

  1. (And I’ve said this before) Don’t fuck with an #AMNewser. Not now. Not ever.
  2. You can’t out soprano a soprano.
  3. Stitches get snitches.
  4. ALL OF THIS HAPPENED BECAUSE OF DMX LYRICS.

 

THE END

(or is it …. ?)

Thanks for listening!

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240 Involuntary Hours in the Psych Ward – a journal (part 2)

By M Davies   /     Jun 25, 2018  /     30 Day @Neilbytes Blogging Challenge, 30 days of truth, Annoyances, Blogging, Community Service, Family, Into the Void, Medical Issues, Misc/Crap, Mommyhood, NEPA, Quotes, Rejection, The WTF File, TV Rants, Uncategorized, Wacky PA Weather  /     0 Comment

This is a continuation of the journal that I kept while I was involuntarily held in a mental hospital on a 302 and later a 303. If you’d like to read the first part of the journey to get the hell out of the hospital, check out part 1, located here.

6/16/18 2pm

The dayshift nurses are a bunch of Bolsheviks. In my patient rights it specifically states that I am able to conduct my affairs while I’m in here. All of my business is on my phone, which I’m not allowed to have — looks like I’m never ever getting out, all thanks to my darling of a husband, isn’t he sweet? 302ing me so that I missed the following:

  1. My son’s graduation
  2. Both kids last day of school
  3. Our wedding anniversary
  4. Father’s Day

Lovely man which comes from an equally lovely family. And when I say lovely I mean DICKHOLES.

I pae these hallways so much that I may have kittens (or at least that’s likely what the nurses think).

He’s royally fucking up my life and we need to go our separate ways. I’m over the bullshit and drama with his family. OVER IT.

I called my atty again.

LETTUCE PREY (pun intended) for a miracle or some divine intervention from above.

I think I scared away poor (REDACTED NAME) away. I suck, blah, whatever. I’m a shit person who doesn’t deserve anything good apparently. I hope he doesn’t hate me.

Time moves so slow in this place it’s like 1 year is 1 day. Thank god my mother brought me a watch. Now if I could just get my glasses I’ll be able to read up close.

I really hope some of my friends come today. 5 days of Mom is too much.

Signing off for now,

MICHELLE HRYVNIAK

6/16/18 4pm

I wonder if someday I will be telling my grandchildren about the great tornado of 2018 like how my grandparents told me about hurricane agnes’ flood. I really hope to have grandchildren some day. It’s nice to find an audience that’s captive which is why I find blogging so therapeutic…

Maybe one day they’ll read about my entire journey and document it for history books. Haha, yeah right, but at least it’s an accurate representation of my life until now.

<plans about leaving hospital>

Plan A Modified

Look for Apt, TGIFridays

Plan B Modified

Take Uber to Swa Va, get car and possessions civilly – head to Saxonburg, move possessions by August 1 back to Blakeslee while apartment searching, get security deposit back $660 and use for new deposit. Look in HUGHESVILLE. Dad and I will get stuff from Saxonburg.

STUFF I HAVE IN SAXONBURG:

  • Drawer Set
  • Some clothes, toiletries, shoes
  • Microwave
  • Table/Chairs
  • Pots/Pans/Dishes/Cubs/Crockpot
  • Some food (toss)
  • Bed
  • Bookshelf w/ books
  • Hangers
  • 3 lamps
  • Desk
  • Love Seat
  • Chair
  • TV/Roku
  • TV Stand (trash)
  • Coffee Maker
  • DVD Player
  • Tapestry
  • Pictures
  • Wreath
  • Door Mats
  • Toaster
  • Foreman Grill
  • Bakers Rack
  • End Tables
  • Coffee table

*Make a weird PA bucket list*

Blog post idea: Hryvniak Again, origin, blah blah blah currency, family I found through Facebook

WOW upside down is MOM.

(REDACTED PAGE)

6/16/18 11pm

When he’s around my whole body can feel it. It’s hard to explain. I just can sense his presence. It’s exciting. It gives me goosebumps and chills all at once. I am falling fast and it’s scary. Exciting scary.

It looks like I’m here for another day or two then I will activate either Plan A or Plan B depending on the circumstance.

Bottom line, this will be a clean break. It has to be for the kids sake and for my sanity. Successful families grow together and not apart. I’ve grown a lot since meeting him at age 19. He has not. He’s stubborn and refuses to grow and accept that I’ve grown as a person. He talks at me rather than to me – if that at all makes sense. I need a partner, someone who will listen as well as communicates.

Look, I know I’m no angel, but I deserve to be treated better. That much, I know.

For years, I’ve referred to our marriage as oil and water (or is it oil and vinegar?) Either way – we don’t mix well together. These last two months back home have been awful with him. It’s like a pressure cooker ready to explode.

Putting the 302 on me was the lowest of the low things he could do. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. He behaves just like his assinine family. I guess this is what you’d call the perverbial straw on the camel’s back. I’M DONE WITH HIS SHIT!

Here’s to new beginnings. Change to me is terrifying, but necessary for growth.

So let it be written…

So let it be done…

Signing off for now,

-Michelle “HAITCH” Dee

Visitors to Date: Harold, Mom, Dee, Dad, Cheri, Heather

Sun. 6/17/18 3am

(Father’s Day)

Still stuck in “the pen” without a pen. It’s Father’s Day and I hope R— enjoys spending it alone with his two children. I’m about 9/10 that he will get nothing from either of them. They won’t remember and if/when they do it will be too late, he’ll already be pissed.

I am awake and ready to conquer the day.

It’s times like these I’m reminded of that Rob Thomas/Matchbox 20 song “3AM”

“It’s three am, I must be lonely”

My friend Matt told me that Rob Thomas wrote this song about his sick mother. My kids are probably thinking the same thing about me. I don’t want to scare them unecessarily.

“Yeah everything is fine, honey, your Daddy put Mommy in a psych ward.”

I wouldn’t imagine that would go over well especially since both of them saw my stomach staples (not on purpose). Someday I will let them know the whole story, maybe even let them read this book.

When Cheri visited yesterday, she brought me a new book in case I fill this one. She’s so nice. I want to send her a thank you card. I’ll have to wait until the phones open up again to call and get it.

I can’t wait for NAME REDACTED to wake up. Miss him. My partner in crime.

FIGURATIVELY NOT LITERALLY

It’s so sad when you have to make that statement every time you make a sick joke in here. I’m sarcastic and love dark comedy a lot, so I say that about 3 bazillion times a day.

My suture area is super duper itchy. I’m trying desperately not to scratch it, but GAHHHHH!

I’ll quietly watch the news on 16 at 5am and think about the fun times we had at the station over the years. I miss that place a lot.

Blahhhhh whatever.

Signing off.

Best,

Michelle

PS – I miss my hummingbird and robin families.

6/17/18 5am

Bienvenidos a mi vida loca! Ole!

Weird questions I have —

  • How do you throw away a garbage can?
  • Why am I here?
  • Does the butterfly theory exist?
  • Could I start a successful vlog?
  • Who cares why the chicken crossed the road?
  • Can you pickle pickles?
  • How deep is your love?
  • I wonder how many divorces there are in Virginia (the state for lovers).

Weather for Father’s Day

Hi: 80-91

Low: 50

Hazy, Hot, Humid, Sun and a possible storm later on.

List of Noreenisms (yes, I even miss Noreen today!):

  • It is a good morning, Andy!
  • Hi Andy, good morning everyone.
  • Water your elderly (kidding, she never said this)
  • I’m sorry, Honey
  • Chiggers
  • Acrossst
  • Shades of Gray
  • Milky White Appearance
  • Peeks and Breaks
  • Today Offers…..(Happiness, hopefully)

I CAN’T COMPLAIN, BUT I STILL DO!  – MAHD

Remind me to tell Colleen about the Iron Pigs Sandlot Movie Tribute. Sun, July 1st in Allentown!

Fiat situation: What to do? Keep? Sell?

Don’t forget Macklemore tickets! Something to look forward to – July 21 in Hershey!

Check on Uhaul costs and return policy

6/17 (no time listed)

I miss my podcasts as well. Damnit.

  • Jenna & Julien
  • Babysitters Club Club
  • AMR
  • Crime One (I forget the name)

I also miss my fave YouTubers.

  • RLM
  • Pburgh Dad
  • Jenna
  • Julien
  • Pressure Luck
  • Cooking w/ Jack
  • Noreen’s Kitchen
  • Freaking Reviews
  • Binging with Babish
  • Chef John
  • Zach Morris is Trash
  • Carin’s Corner

LOL – the power blipped here and now the Circus Electric traffic camera channels all say “NO VCR” – LOLOLOLOLOL. What the ever loving hell?

For Mother’s Day, I got a dildo from R—. For Father’s Day, I got put in a psych ward. LOVELY!

*label from bottle of Nestle Pure Life water*

Purified water…from Allentown public water…..OK THEN?

More blog post ideas: Words my husband doesn’t know, aunt’s house dream Thunder by Imagine Dragons was in the basement, I can name that tune in 5 notes.

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240 Involuntary Hours in the Psych Ward – a journal (part 1)

By M Davies   /     Jun 23, 2018  /     30 Day @Neilbytes Blogging Challenge, 30 days of truth, Annoyances, Blogging, Community Service, Family, Into the Void, Medical Issues, Misc/Crap, Mommyhood, NEPA, Pittsburgh, Quotes, Rejection, The WTF File, TV Rants, Uncategorized, Wacky PA Weather  /     2 Comments

6/9/18

(My 14th Wedding Anniversary)

Morse code is not the same as pulse code and 5 million other things I learned at the phone company by Michelle Ann Hryvniak.

<research facts go here>

(I’ll come back to those later on when I’m able to use my telephone)

Telco in a box diagram drawing. Look at me. I should have been in Tech Staff.

6/12/18 – 6am

I’m supposed to have a job interview in 2 days, but I’m not allowed to go. I also have a PFA meeting.

I’m never getting out. Ever. It’s impossible, much like the Widespread Panic Song.

I have so much to do this week. There’s no way I’ll be able to finish it from inside of these 4 walls.

I. GIVE. UP.

6/12/18 – 9am

I never thought I’d say this, but I miss Pittsburgh. It’s such a great city with spunk. I miss the 28 traffic and the friendly sweet people – some of the nicest I’ve ever met in my whole life. I love the yinzer accent too…I am now able to spot it a mile away. I miss sleeping in my own bed. I miss Saxonburg which I firmly believe is Sweet Valley’s sister city/town/borough.

<reasons why go here>

  • 18656 vs. 16056 (fact numero uno)
  • History of Mihalishin Road aka Andy’s Road aka Linden Lane
  • History of Sweet Valley via curmudgeon guy (note to self: find that letter and poem about Will Sill and write about that in a later post)

6/12/18 – no time listed

My Journey – My Goals

My immediate goal is to complete my divorce and I will with the help of one of my attorneys.

Then I will finally start my dream job on 7/9 at AccuWeather. I am a self-proclaimed weather dork since birth and have watched the Weather Channel since birth. I have watched the Weather Channel almost exclusively. I collect books about weather and have an extensive collection. I have written several blog posts on the topic. It was my original career goal to become a meteorologist. Maybe if I can manage this class and overcome my social anxiety and finish school I can actually achieve my dream. This dream has been buried inside of me since a teenager – it’s time to act on it.

I’m pretty enough

I’m smart enough

and gosh darnit

PEOPLE LIKE ME

<3

Wed, 6/13/18 – 6am

(2 months since I left WQED)

STAY STRONG

thryv (thrive)

Write the story about the wedding dress fiasco with the in-laws. Explain how I was inducted into the DUVCW officially, but that it was also time change weekend and how the crazy in-laws (or as a former co-worker used to refer to them as…”outlaws”) kicked me out of the wedding and the family all because they couldn’t communicate when the dress fitting was for me – A FUCKING SHIFT WORKER.

Write a blog post about almost dying on Memorial Day

Did you know…

Studies have suggested that gifted people (much like my daughter which I birthed) often have bad handwriting because their brains are working faster than their hands. XD XD LAWLS <3

“If you want to be happy, you have to be happy on purpose. When you wake up, you can’t just wait to see what kind of day you’ll have. You have to decide what kind of day you’ll have.”

6/13/18 – 1pm

Suggested topics for blog posts: What spending 5 days in a nut house has done to me, Lee Park house origin

Reminder to call about my IATSE 820 hiatus status

A poem:

Rise

Chaos

Beginning Again

Unknown

Never cease to fly if held down

A different view

It comes back around again

Words I never told you

Walking free

You showed me what needed to be shown

Beyond myself

I will never see the world the same way

Beauty stands before you

The path I have chose

There’s one memory of us

We are all that we are

What I have I become?

When I fall, I fly

What they see

This can’t be the end

Your Soul is in your eyes

I will not surrender

Let the light shine in the darkest of nights

All these shapes and colors are so it doesn’t hurt so badly

A magic moment

 

Philly sucks!

Thurs, 6/14/18 6am

Today was supposed to be my appointment to leave to get my sutures out at Geisinger. I am almost certain that I won’t be able to. I have to do in this Tennessee Redneck owned hospitaly where many people have access to my medical records. My doctor tried to get a hold of my husband twice for counseling.

NO ANSWER

What a shock.

Just kidding.

I really just want them out because they are so uncomfortable. Not to mention, I have to run to the bathroom literally every five minutes and everyone here thinks I’m an actual nut job.

Listen.

I’m a survivor. I almost died. I was in the ICU for 3 days and the first conscious memory I had was ripping the breathing tube out of my face. The last thing I remember before that was my Ambulance ride and being rushed to emergency surgery.

Thurs. 6/14/18 7am

THE STAPLES HAVE BEEN REMOVED.

AT WVHCS.

I feel like a brand new person.

Thank you, Jesus!

Thurs. 6/14/18 7:15am

GET ME THE EFF OUTTA HERE

Please Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

“Can’t spell cheapskates without CHS”

*revised A-List*

Thurs. 6/14/18 10am

I met this really great guy in here. One that actually listens and respects me. It’s amazing that such a person could exist. After 15 years of an abusive marriage, I am finally calling it quits. I cannot be treated like a piece of dirt any longer. This has been a long time coming. We’ve grown apart mentally, physically and etc. (redacted 2 sentences)

Thurs. 6/14/18 8pm

I slept most of the afternoon and it was lovely. I was woken up by my attorney with good news (hopefully). My 401k, which I sold off, was distributed and let the games begin. I will be moving back home (TEMPORARILY) to Blakeslee and then headed to Saxonburg to get my stuff.

*now writing in pen vs. pencil*

He drained the bank account. On what is anyone’s guess. I think I have a pretty good idea.

He’s running scared now, he won’t return any of my belongings, or at least the correct ones. Not very smart.

I want my laptop and my tablet back – those will be coming home with me next. As well as my car, and of course, my children. Posession is 9/10 of the law, so I plan on fighting this fight well up to the supreme court. And I have SEVERAL character witnesses willing to testify on my behalf.

But anyway….focusing on the positive so that I can get the hell out of here.

I’m dreaming of sushi, soup, and steak…..hmmmm….maybe hibachi on my first meal out of here. Please and thank you

<3 Michelle

PS- Remember to PayPal atty

Fri. 6/15/18 4am

I had a pen that was given to me by one of the nurses taken away from one of the nurses that I was given to it from.

I am a danger to myself with a pen? Ok. What am I going to do? Draw on myself? Good gravy.

BACK TO CRAYON AND PENCIL FOR ME.

Peace Out,

Michelle

“This is one of life’s little potholes”

(REDACTED PARAGRAPH)

Why am I me? All of the signs were there to leave R—. I just never could find the courage. Somehow I found my balls and they were right here all along — on my G-D chest. This shit with the Davies family pisses me off. They are like a cult. Either it’s their way or the highway (aka thrown out of the family). I’ve been thrown out of the family 3 times so far. Third time is the charm. If I ever to talk to those people again, it will be too soon.

(REDACTED PARAGRAPH)

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Hmmmmm…

I feel lost when he’s not here and calm when he is here. That’s a start.

Cant wait to get out and explore it more.

Thaaaaaaat’s all folks

<3 Michelle

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE LOONEY BIN

My grandmother always says “things will be better before you get married”

WRONG

they actually get worse

(On Monday)

FREEDOM

OH HAPPY DAY 🙂

-Remember how to research to legally change name and cost

-Remember to talk to IATSE guy

-Book title idea: “Dodging the Potholes of my Mind”

Fri. 6/15 (no time)

Wherein Michelle Davies calls the KDKA control room by mistake, a blog post. As I was attempting to pay up my union dues for IATSE 820 local REPRESENT, I was given 3 different phone numbers for the leader. The first one was an incorrect phone number. The second one was for THE KDKA CONTROL ROOM. Finally, the third number worked. I will be continuing my membership on a hiatus status….just in case. One less thing to worry about I suppose

Blog post idea: Patch town names

Book title idea: “Tales from Adult IV, NOT! Floor 2”

Sat. 6/16 (no time)

SELF LOVE

Our story begins now.

Turning over a new leave

Have a wonderful day beautiful.

Thank you. <3

ROLL OF THUNDER HEAR MY CRY.

I finally read my 302 paperwork.

[He’s not here and I miss him so much. It hurts my heart so much. I miss him]

I’m greatful to be alive today! Considering that I almost died on 5/31.

It’s the little things.

It seems wrong to be attached so earlier on…

…but I cannot help myself

SWEET DREAMS BEAUTIFUL

YOU ARE STRONGER THAN YOU THINK YOU ARE

WALK IT OFF, DAVIES!

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Nightmare

By M Davies   /     Feb 11, 2016  /     Annoyances  /     11 Comments

Anyone who is a regular reader of my blog knows that I have the actual worst luck with vehicles.  The engines blow up, the interiors fall apart, or they just make noises that they shouldn’t.  This blog post isn’t about any of those things….at least this time.  This time, I want to spend some time talking about my windshield.

 

Rewind the clock to the end of January.  My husband’s car just stopped working.  It just turned off in the middle of driving.  It turns out some kind of pump failed in it.  Until it could be replaced, it was undriveable.  (Sidebar:  Is undriveable a word?  It is now!)  We shared my vehicle for the entire last week of January until the new pump part thingee arrived and could be installed.  I forget the reason, but he took my car to his dealership to check on something (or perhaps order the part)?  That’s when he noticed this:

 

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A crack had formed in my windshield on the driver side.  The crack was exactly at eye level (at least for me, a short person).  My husband texted me with the bad news.  SIGH.  More money into the money pit.  Two weeks prior to this, I had to get a new tire due to a pothole.  Prior to that, I had to get two new tires because my back tires were bald.  I started to call around for quotes.  It turns out my comprehensive deductible on my insurance is 500 dollars.  A new window costs 500 dollars.  Why bother using insurance at that point?

 

As I called around for quotes, I kept getting asked the same question:  Do you have a rain sensor?  I’ll be the first person to admit that I know next to nothing about cars, engines and vehicle stuff.  I would have to assume that I do not have a rain sensor because my wipers do not kick on when it rains.  To me, that’s what I would think a rain sensor would be.  Just to be sure, I wanted to call my dealer and double check.  If anyone would know, it should be them, right?  Wrong.  They have no idea what they sold me.  I then asked if they could look it up by VIN or if I could find it in my manual.  NOPE.  “Because the manual is generic” The only solution is to put 90 miles round trip on my car to go to the dealership for a 5 second inspection. Like, AYFKM?  I left a nasty voicemail for Chrysler. Yep, that’s right…Chrysler in Michigan. I already have an open case. We’re on a first name fuckin’ basis.  But that’s another story for another time.

 

Feeling helpless, I was left with no other choice to call my insurance agent and open a claim.  My hopes were that the crack could be repaired without the windshield needing total replacement since I was getting the runaround.  It seems a windshield repair is completely covered with my current insurance policy.  Replacement is not.  My insurance company contacted Safelite to come out and look at the windshield.  Safelite is their preferred window replacement provider.

 

The next day, Safelite came out and with one look determined a repair was out of the question.  The reason for this is that the crack went the entire way to the end of the windshield.  Once that happens, the windshield is unsafe and not repairable.  Fantastic.  A new windshield had to be ordered and they set up a follow-up appointment to install it.  The story doesn’t end here folks….it is just beginning.  Buckle up, because this ride is about to get bumpy.

 

Two days later, Safelite shows up to install my brand new $500 windshield.  Except there’s a problem.  It’s the wrong windshield.  Let me repeat that.  The wrong windshield.  It turns out the first guy that came out to attempt a repair wrote down the wrong type of windshield on the work order.  Guy #2 calls the office and explains the situation.  A new (correct) windshield is ordered, but it “has to come from the factory” and will take “2-12 days to arrive” because “my car is super rare.”  Fine.  Whatever.  Just tell me, Guy #2, is the windshield going to fall apart and smash on me when I’m driving?  Allegedly, it won’t because it’s made of multiple layers.  Fine….do what you need to do.  Blood pressure slightly elevated.

 

February 5th was the day that my $500 new-new windshield was supposed to be installed.  That is to say the correctly ordered one.  Guy #3 and Guy #4 show up.  They can’t install the windshield outside because it’s lightly flurrying so we allow them to use the garage.  Luckily it was cleaned out and organized due to the husband’s car pump installation.  The appointment was set for between 8am-12pm.  They called to say they couldn’t make it until 12-2pm.  I’m slightly annoyed because I had work early Saturday morning and needed to sleep to get back on schedule.  I ended up falling asleep and napping through their arrival and the installation.  I had no choice.  The work gets done and the bill is paid.  If I didn’t know any better, my car is in better shape now then it was when they first got there.  I had a new windshield, the glass was clean, the car was vacuumed.  I was impressed, though poorer.

 

I drove around with the new windshield on Saturday and Sunday.  I didn’t go anywhere on Monday and most of Tuesday.  When I left the house for work on Tuesday, it was lightly snowing, but at that point it wasn’t sticking to the roads.  It was clinging and melting to the grass, cars and surfaces.  I open my door to my car to drive to work around 2:45pmish and this is what I see:

 

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I had to do a double take because I didn’t believe what I was seeing.  All of the snow that was melting was dripping down directly from above my rear view mirror, into my light fixture, then down into my dashboard, down the front of my stereo and temperature controls and into my cupholder and cigarette lighter.  I don’t smoke, so I use it for a car phone charger as you can see.  Plugged into my stereo was my 6th gen iPod nano and it was sitting in nearly a half inch of dirty melted snow car water.  I just about lost my mind.  I quickly alerted my husband to what happened.  We stood there and watched water drip from my windshield down into my car in amazement.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  I rescued my iPod, the cables and a USB power inverter from the water, but it was too late.  It was already drenched.  The car charger cable still works, luckily.  I didn’t test the USB power inverter thing yet, but I bought it at Five Below so it’s really not a big deal.  The iPod doesn’t turn on.  I’m not sure about the old style apple cable that was connected.  That was the last type of cable I had like that and I shared it between that iPod and my iPad.  I put the iPod in a bag of rice, but I’m not holding much hope for that.

 

I called Safelite again to complain about the shoddy installation of the windshield.  Except this time I am yelling and cursing.  My cars circuitry is working for the moment, but how do I know this water damage doesn’t screw up something months from now?  My iPod doesn’t turn on.  WHAT.  ARE.  YOU.  GOING.  TO.  DO.  ABOUT.  IT.  The answer was hang up.  They hung up on me.  It’s not bad enough that they ordered the wrong windshield, broke an appointment and now ruined my car’s interior and my personal effects, now they’ve hung up on me to boot.  I call back AGAIN get a different rep on the phone and get transferred to the executive team who makes a follow-up appointment for yesterday.

 

Yesterday, Guy #3 from Friday and his boss show up.  I opened up the car and showed them where the water was leaking.  They take the windshield apart again and lo and behold, there’s a big section of glue missing from where the water was leaking.  They fixed everything and re-vacuumed my car.  I was told by the boss that I needed to produce a receipt from my iPod.  The iPod is years and years old.  Apple doesn’t make that model any more.  I’ve moved and reorganized and I do not have the receipt.  I don’t know if I threw it away or what, but I do not have it.  Once again, I call Safelite and explain the situation.  They talked with corporate and they are paying to get my car detailed as well as a new iPod.  I am just going to have to keep an eye on the circuitry.  I don’t know what to say or do about that until something breaks.

 

What bothers me the most about the iPod is not that it’s just an expensive piece of Apple gear that was ruined.  It’s the songs loaded on it that meant a lot to me.  I know it’s probably worth not more than 50 bucks today and it was probably a $199 device in it’s heyday at best.  The songs that are loaded on it were from a specific time period in my life when I was dealing with specific struggles, worries, fears and had specific goals and dreams.  The way that I felt when I listened to the music loaded on it cannot be replaced.  My hard drive has died at least twice since the last time it was synced.  I cannot re-sync it without iTunes wanting to format it and I don’t want to format it.  I have since upgraded to an SSD and travel less, so hard drive failure is longer an issue for me, but it’s still upsetting.  Lesson learned I guess.

 

Music to me is like photographs, poetry or art to other people.  It makes you feel a certain way, it triggers memories.  You cannot replace a piece of personalized property such as an iPod loaded with specific music from 3 hard drives ago.  I can’t just walk into Best Buy and say, can you please sell me the same exact iPod loaded with the same exact music?  Sigh.  I realize I probably sound like a child having a temper tantrum over this, but I don’t ask for many things.  Music is one of the few things that motivates me to do anything that I don’t want to do.  I listen to music when I clean, when I drive, when I’m getting ready in the morning, and throughout the day.  Literally, any other device I own could have been in that center console and I wouldn’t have cared.  My iPod hits where it hurts.  Look.  I admit it, I hate driving.  Listening to music was the one thing that made the experience somewhat enjoyable.  It also keeps me awake when I’m driving exceptionally early or ridiculously late.  Just ugh.  Starting over sucks.

 

I really do not want anything from this company.  I am happy they agreed to try to make things right, but it’s more of a principle thing at this point.  I kind of just want my car to go back to the way it was before this mess started, but unfortunately life does not come with a rewind button.  As if that all wasn’t bad enough, I get this in my e-mail:

 

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Salt in an open wound much, Safelite?  So, I’m going to fill out the survey and send them a link to this blog post.  Would I recommend this company to friends and family?  Hell no.  I think it would even be cruel to recommend them to my worst enemy.

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The standard shovel bitch

By M Davies   /     Jan 28, 2015  /     Annoyances, Wacky PA Weather  /     2 Comments

Snow in Northeast Pennsylvania.  It’s nothing new.  It happens every year.  I know this.  You know this.  Still it doesn’t get any easier.

 

On Saturday morning, we had our first major snowfall in NEPA.  The official measurement at my place of employment was 5.5″ of the evil white powder.  Unless you are filthy rich and pay someone to do it for you or use a blow torch, chances are you probably have to clear said evil white powder from something you own.  If not, consider yourself lucky.  Much like most of Microsoft’s software, snow is a necessary evil.

 

To give you a little background, the road that I live on is a private shared right of way, so unless someone plows it, the snow will sit there until spring.  Some days the neighbor that owns a quad/four-wheeler will plow it.  There’s also another neighbor who may be related to a person that drives a plow truck or something.  Anyway, once in a while, he’ll come by and do the road and offer to clear out driveways for a nominal price.  It’s worth the money if its a big accumulation and/or heavy snow.  I usually can make it down my road with no problems…it’s the roads from my house until I hit I-81 that worry me the most.  PennDOT seems to forget about Rtes 29 and 118.  They are usually a mess.

 

For that reason, I tried to hold off a little bit on the drive in on Saturday morning in hopes that a plow would come by my house.  Fat chance of that happening at 3:30am.  I would have felt guilty calling off, so I had no choice but to risk death and drive in.  I warmed up my car for a good 20 minutes while I shoveled a path from my house to my driveway.  I spent another 10 minutes clearing the snow from my car.  Once all of that was done, it was finally time to make the drive to Moosic.  A ride that would normally take me 40 minutes took me 90.  I didn’t get to work until 5:30am.  It was not a fun time for me, but the roads were mostly empty, so even if I did spin out it wouldn’t have mattered much.  The only tricky part was surprisingly Rte 309 and I-81.  People think they can still drive 75mph in poor conditions and gave me a damn near heart attack while trying to pass me.

 

Once I arrived at work, my nerves were shot, my arms ached and I was mentally exhausted.  No time to think about that because it was TIME TO SHOVEL AGAIN.  Ugh.  All told, I probably shoveled for 2 hours taking frequent breaks.  I think I burned up every calorie in my body.  By the end of the day I couldn’t move.  The next morning I ached all over like I was an 85 year old woman.  I am still not quite right.  I think I tweaked my back.  Last night I took a muscle relaxer to relieve some of the stiffness and it was the best sleep I’ve had in weeks.

 

I honestly don’t mind shoveling.  My husband always calls me a “Poconos Princess” because I spent the better half of my life growing up in Blakeslee.  That couldn’t be further from the truth.  My Dad always made my brother and I work hard.  I shoveled coal, split and stacked wood, and shoveled snow.  The only thing he wouldn’t let me do was drive the tractor/cut grass because “I couldn’t drive in straight lines”.  To me, shoveling snow meant a day off of school.  Shoveling snow still takes me back to High School and having snow days.  Unfortunately now, it just means a lot of manual labor, messed up schedules and terrifying driving.  I miss the old days.

 

That brings me back to the original point of this post….what the hell is with “ergonomic” shovels?  I appreciate the thought of trying to make me more safe, but lets be real.  These are the fucking worst.  At work we have one of these bad boys:

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It was the only one I could find on Saturday morning and I have to say it is honestly the most awkward shovel I’ve ever used in my life.  I’ve used a lot of shovels….good and bad.  I can tell you for sure.  This is the worst.  It was so awkward to lift the snow and the snow kept sticking to the shovel.  I had to keep banging it off of stuff to get the snow off.  I wouldn’t be surprised if it doubled the length of my work.  I will never ever EVER buy one of these shovels.  They should all be melted down and recycled into something useful.

 

Like this shovel, for example:

 

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I own something similar to this shovel at home.  I bought it in Sam’s Club sometime in the mid 2000s and it’s held up good ever since.  It’s easy to handle, holds a lot of snow and as an added bonus, it has an ice chopper on the end.  The ice chopper especially came in handy during this ice storm.  I’m sure you remember it.  I know that I do.  I had to chop roughly 2 inches of ice from my sidewalk.  My wrist ached for weeks, but it got the job done.

 

We also have one of these at work (below).  It’s a good idea in theory, but it’s awkward to handle and heavy as all get out.  I’m not a fan.

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I’ve used several of these standard issue models (below).  They flat out suck.  They don’t hold enough snow to be useful and they break down easily.  Maybe they are built more sturdy now then the last one I bought, but I doubt it.  Avoid if you can.

 

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I’d be curious to see how one of these works (below):

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The next time it snows, I’m probably just going to bring my shovel from home.  BYOS.  I am not trying to be nasty, it’s just that I don’t want to spend any more time outside than I have to.  Fin.

 

Oh my god.  Did I just write an entire blog post about snow shovels?

Yes.  Yes I did.

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